LADY CORINTHIA. Not by all the women. By certain women. I had almost said by one woman. By the women who have charm--who have artistic talent--who wield a legitimate, a refining influence over the men. (She sits down gracefully, smiling, and arranging her draperies with conscious elegance.) MITCHENER. In short, madam, you think that if you give the vote to the man, you give the power to the women who can get round the man. LADY CORINTHIA. That is not a very delicate way of putting it; but I suppose that is how you would express what I mean. MITCHENER. Perhaps youve never had any experience of garrison life. If you had, you'd have noticed that the sort of woman who is clever at getting round men is sometimes rather a bad lot. LADY CORINTHIA. What do you mean by a bad lot? MITCHENER. I mean a woman who would play the very devil if the other women didnt keep her in pretty strict order. I dont approve of democracy, because its rot; and Im against giving the vote to women because Im not accustomed to it and therefore am able to see with an unprejudiced eye what infernal nonsense it is. But I tell you plainly, Lady Corinthia, that there is one game that I dislike more than either Democracy or Votes For Women: and that is the game of Antony and Cleopatra. If I must be ruled by women, let me have decent women and not--well, not the other sort. LADY CORINTHIA. You have a coarse mind, General Mitchener. MITCHENER. So has Mrs. Banger. And by George! I prefer Mrs. Banger to you! LADY CORINTHIA (bounding to her feet.) You prefer Mrs. Banger to me!!! MITCHENER. I do. You said yourself she was splendid. LADY CORINTHIA. You are no true man. You are one of those unsexed creatures who have no joy in life, no sense of beauty, no high notes. MITCHENER. No doubt I am, Madam. As a matter of fact, I am not clever at discussing public questions, because, as an English gentleman, I was not brought up to use my brains. But occasionally, after a number of remarks which are perhaps sometimes rather idiotic, I get certain convictions. Thanks to you, I have now got a conviction that this woman question is not a question of lovely and accomplished females, but of dowdies. The average Englishwoman is a dowdy and never has half a chance of becoming anything else. She hasnt any charm; and she has no high notes except when shes giving her husband a piece of her mind, or calling down the street for one of the children. LADY CORINTHIA. How disgusting! MITCHENER. Somebody must do the dowdy work! If we had to choose between pitching all the dowdies into the Thames and pitching all the lovely and accomplished women, the lovely ones would have to go.